'I thought we weren't sure.'
She sighed. 'I am today.' She didn't look at him for a moment because suddenly she felt… uncertain. How would he feel about that? Relieved? Upset?
But then he was right there, gently lifting her chin, kissing her softly. 'Are you okay?'
'For now,' she answered as honestly as she could. 'But I have to admit to an odd disappointment.'
'Yeah.' His eyes were soft on hers. 'I know.'
'I still want to wear your ring,' she said, possessively pulling it to her chest.
'God, I hope so,' he said fervently.
Faith stood up to hug him. 'And there's always…' She leaned and bit his earlobe.
Shelby rolled her eyes. 'Take it to a bedroom.'
'Always… what?' Luke asked huskily.
Faith soothed the nip she'd just taken with her tongue. 'Practicing,' she whispered.
'I'm not hearing this,' Shelby said, putting her hands to her ears.
Luke's hands slid down Faith's body and his mouth nibbled at her throat. 'Practicing… I like that. I like that a lot.'
Jill Shalvis
